CONTRAST

If I’m blindfolded I will not see the hummingbird feeding.

I can hear a waterfall.

If I’m blindfolded I will not see the stars

I can hold a fishing pole and cast a line.

If I’m blindfolded I will not see the rain

i can hold a purring cat.

If I’m blindfolded I can’t say there’s only light

If my eyes are open I will be blinded by the sun.

If I’m blindfolded I will not be able to drive.

I can play chess.

If I’m blindfolded I will not juggle a lighted torch.

I can whistle.

If I’m blindfolded I will not see the waves

I can ride the crest.

With my eyes open I can be blind.

In scarcity I can find gratitude.

Simplicity of life and death.

Then I meet you.

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Reflection

Before the year ends 

An expanse of a year or years

You will look back and reflect, a self chitchat:

How far did you go in the four quadrants?

Encounters of your body, mind, heart, and soul.

You want to look 

For signs of transformation or coherence

Habits and struggle to interpret health

Or commitment to deliberate practice and growth, 

How far did you walk, how long did you dance? 

Meeting with spiritual teachers did you learn 

Mindfulness, contemplate the ultimate reality,

Soul’s journey to what is, the presence

Approach to your emotions, painting the colors

Where will your heart turn, what will your heart embrace?

The unfolding, reversal of thought

Tossing ideas, catch and throw and catch again

Doubt may envelope your desires

Arrangement of imagination, how to start and proceed

The choices are several, relevance and pretenses

Being careful of pleasures and enhancers

Without ruminating to death or nonsense

You accept the invitation to open a book

You memorize the wrappings before you unfold

You may have to put the origami pages together again

Before they mutate to different personalities

Pages stained with peanut butter and blueberry jam

As if reminiscing over breakfast

A calming sound of pages turning,

Your voice from reading the text

You are thinking absurd and elegant 

Riddles to spark creativity.

Somewhere, sometime

You confront the question:

Is life’s greatness and simplicity measured

By how far or how near you offer

Your heart for goring, to the bull’s horns?

The morning before to envision a new world

You have to plan for New Year’s Eve

But pause for a moment, even for a briefest moment

“Hold the moment in your awareness, 

A moment of mindfulness,” of gratitude.


What the page says

Since the big flood
The huge log remained in the river
Like a whale that forgot to breath
A home for fish
A resting place for birds

I read a few pages from a book
I carry during my walk
The page says:
“May love find you when you least expect
Where you least expect.”

I resume my walk
A white heron alight on the log.

note:Books I’m reading: When Breath Becomes air by Paul Kalanithi and
The Forty Rules of Love by Elif Shafak

Questions

What are possessions

Because she is deaf she uses her hand-voice
Words she can’t hear but she can see

Every word is a poem
Every word she loves

Love can create a wreckage
Indifference cuts affection

Imagine glacier breaking
A sound she can not hear

Her hands can voice the catastrophe
Your eyes can paint the scene

We don’t have to hurry or have everything
To live forever

Sometimes we don’t have to be heard
Or be seen.

Absence can assert a presence
Asking herself abstract questions.